Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.